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We did not have any target, even though Parashar Lake was the declared destination. We started at 9.30pm from Delhi and boarded our car - a Santro - at Panipat. We were five guys. I forced myself to take a nap at 3am. Then slept till 8am near an obscure Dhaba in the hills, before Bilaspur. Such was...

The Arrival

It was Poonam’s first visit to Tirthan Valley, my second. After my first trip two months earlier – I wanted to go back to explore the area and who a better companion for this than Poonam, who like me likes unexpected amusements, unplanned explorations and wishes to take the ‘road less...

So I visited Nagaland finally – have been talking about it for many months with my Naga friends. Given my excitement at finally visiting a place I longed for, the trip was quite short – less than a week. It wasn’t enough to see all the places but it was enough to get a flavour of life and culture in...

When I was a kid I would watch television channels like Discovery or National Geographic and pine to travel just like the way smart and adventurous travellers in these channels did. I used to ask my Dad whether I would get to travel widely in my life and he would reply ‘yes, definitely’. After I...

‘My small piece of the sky and the sound of silence’ - the words were resonating within me while visiting Tirthan Valley for the third time in a year. The valley is at least a 12-hour journey from Delhi but each time the journey had felt smooth (went in a car twice and a bus once). Could be because...

The blue and white memories of Alokananda and Bhagirathi have mingled now. Up, about thirty kilometers up that twisty road, hanging precariously by its teeth from the treacherous Shivaliks, they had met at Devaprayag. There, where sadhus and motorcyclists with saffron headbands and flimsy pennants...

The colourful people of Sikkim and its global tourists give the city a cosmopolitan flavour. Looking at me from a corner of my desk is a gleaming Hotei (Laughing Buddha) that travelled with me from Gangtok, back to Kolkata. His mirthful eyes and cherry-blossom cheeks lift my spirits as I remember...

Though I have been to Kangra, Mcleod Gunj, Dharamsala during my childhood, when my Father was posted in that region during his stint with one of the Indian Banks, I never had imagined that the calling for the mountains will be this strong.